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I sat there dumbfounded in silence as the man on the other end of the phone continued explaining. He assured me this was a group of very sophisticated, elite, and well educated people. However, it did nothing to lessen the blow that I was still reeling from. I had been so excited to receive my second interview with this company. I had responded to their job post on the website. My first phone interview had gone very well. Jenna was her name and she loved my writing. She assured me that her boss would want to speak to me. And then the next day, an email and the second call.

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Baby and Me

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Our best friends were having a baby. Inwardly, I groaned.

“You know what this means, Frank?” I complained to my boyfriend. “They won’t be going out with us anymore.” One by one our friends had succumbed to the bothersome burdens of boring adulthood: first marriage, now children. Soon only Frank and I would be left gloriously unencumbered.

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  • You're welcome. I hope that you write poetry too.
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  • Excellent prose... a well crafted piece of fiction. The main character was clearly delineated and vivid. The dialogue was very believable and natural. Well done and welcome to Hennen's Observer!
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Not a Creature was Stirring

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             The Star of Bethlehem sits watch atop our Christmas tree like a holy beacon, casting a yellow light across the living room. No more than a few feet away, my mother’s snores slip out beneath her bedroom door, and echo ever so slightly in the base of our fireplace. About an hour ago, I heard her tip-toe upstairs to my room to kiss my sister’s sleeping forehead, and soon felt the peck of her warm lips on the stubble of my own cheek. She still smelled a bit like the twelve hours of bedpans and soiled linens she had cleaned that day, but the familiar scent of her shampooed hair calmed me.

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  • "I hated waking up ungodly early to kill something smaller and weaker than myself, but tonight I really didn’t mind it." ... um... yes please! I can totally feel the rage. Love it! Thanks ...
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The Legend of Kamo'ili'ili

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            The neighborhood of the hill near the old Hawaiian church named Kamo’ili’ili acquired its name through this story --- Kamo'ili'ili literally translates into “Pebble Lizard”. It is said that one day, long ago, three friends were traveling across this land. Hi’iakaikapolio Pele (the younger sister of Pele the volcano goddess) and two of her friends, Lohiau, and Wahineomao. (Lohiau was a handsome chief from Kauai and Wahineomao was a friend of Hi’iakaikapolio.) They were walking along together, when all of the sudden there was a powerful gust of wind.

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Satan's Breeze

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I’ve always hated the night, especially when it thunders outside and the rain comes in cold, hard sheets...and when I am by myself. He always announces his presence when I least expect him to. And, when the lightning glaringly streaks across the midnight sky and strong gusts of wind eerily snuff out the cherry of my cigarette, I know he is nearby. He hates it when I smoke and never bothers to talk to me when I do and comes at the most inopportune moments. 

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